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Beautiful  New  England 

Frontispiece.     ' '  After  the  Bath  " 

The  Woman's  Congressional  dub 

In  and  Out  of  New  Bay     .... 

With  illustrations  by  C.  Scott  White     . 
To  a  Brown  Thrush.     A  Poem    . 
The  Grapes  of  Tantalus 
Colonial  Dames.     A  Poem 
The  "Wax  Works  at  "Warsaw.     A  Story 

Illustrations  by  Dan  Sayre  Groesbeck 
Consummation.     A  Poem  . 
Great  Fights  in  Early  New  England  History 

III.     The  Battle  of  Bloody  Brook 

Bellows  Falls 

Our  Birds 

Bobby.     A  Story 

The  Minor  Arts  ..... 

Into  Mine  Own.     A  Poem 

Miss  Yin  Yang,  of  Shanghai.     A  Story 

A  Minute.     A  Poem  .... 

Glen  Noble.     Chapter  XVI 

Maine's  Earliest  Open  Waters     . 

Song.     A  Poem          ..... 

A  Word  About  the  Weather 

Tarry  at  Home  Travel  —  1890 


From  the  painting  by  Joaquin  Sorolla 
MRS.  HENRY  T.  RAINEY 
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ANNA  PERLSIUS  CHANDLER   . 
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ROBERT  FROST    . 

DAISY  E.  M.  F.  CAMPBELL 

BENJAMIN  REYNOLDS  BULKELEY 

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reappears  in  the  copy."  That  superi- 
ority of  the  hand-made  work  for  which 
the  pattern  is  only  used,  as  a  manner  of 
doing  something  well,  is  to  be  seen  near 
here  in  Trinity  where  the  old  windows 
sent  out  from  English  Boston  have  at 
once  that  something  of  life,  that  some- 
thing of  what  makes  the  past  interesting, 
which,  of  course,  has  to  be  wanting  in  the 
church  itself,  a  modern  Boston  church. 
Mr.  Hardy  could  not  have  chosen  a  better 


example  than  the  traceried  window. 
Rodin,  the  sculptor,  would  tell  us  that 
the  sculpture  should  meet  the  future  by 
being  in  advance  irregular,  fluctuating, 
as  it  will  be  later  when  weathered.  So 
he  would  say  that  it  should  have  at  the 
beginning  the  look  of  having  weathered 
already,  of  meeting  joyously  the  sun  and 
rain  and  air  and  the  changes  of  line,  it 
being  something  more  than  the  mere  pat- 
tern of  a  project  or  the  map  of  a  country. 


INTO  MINE   OWN 


By  ROBERT  FROST 

One  of  my  wishes  is  that  those  dark  trees, 
So  old  and  firm  they  scarcely  show  the  breeze, 
Were  not,  as  'twere,  the  merest  mask  of  gloom, 
But  stretched  away  unto  the  edge  of  doom. 

I  should  not  be  deterred,  but  that  some  day 
Into  their  vastness  I  should  steal  away, 
Fearless  of  ever  finding  open  land 
Or  highway  where  the  slow  wheels  pour  the  sand. 

I  do  not  see  why  I  should  e'er  turn  back, 
Or  those  should  not  set  forth  upon  my  track 
To  overtake  me,  those  who  miss  me  here 
And  long  to  know  if  still  I  hold  them  dear. 

They  would  not  find  me  changed  from  him  they  knew 
Only  more  sure  of  all  I  thought  was  true. 


Miss  YIN  YANG,  OF  SHANGHAI 


By  DAISY  E.  M.  F.  CAMPBELLS 


ROBERT  HESSELCROFT  ap- 
peared neither  dignified  nor  com- 
fortable. Perched  upon  a  revolv- 
ing chair,  and  with  corrugated  brow  and 
stiffly  arched  index  finger,  he  was  en- 
gaged in  a  staccato  exercise  upon  that 
most  feminine  of  machines  in  its  com- 
plexity, a  typewriter. 

His  sojourn  in  Shanghai  had  covered 
two  weeks  and  he  was  occupied  in  report- 
ing progress  to  the  New  York  office. 
The  day  previous  he  searched  for  and 
found  a  stenographer  who  quite  fluently 
assured  him  that  he  "  takee  allee  kind 
dictation."  This  proved  to  be  true,  but 
Chan  Lo's  efforts  to  dispose  of  the  squirm- 
ing hieroglyphics  after  their  capture 
would  have  been  amusing  had  Hessel- 
croft's  sense  of  humor  been  able  to  pass 
the  bounds  of  exasperation.  In  justifi- 
cation of  some  of  the  more  glaring  blun- 
ders relating  to  an  electric  enterprise,  the 
queue-adorned  one  placidly  remarked: 

"  'Lectlicity  velly  new  dis  countly; 
no  know  him  muchee." 

Profiting  by  experience,  Hesselcroft 
purchased  a  machine  and  determined  to 
write  his  own  letters  until  he  might  pro- 
cure a  typist,  native  or  otherwise. 

"  If  I  write  my  letters  in  longhand, 
even  a  moon-faced  Chinaman  ought  to 
be  able  to  copy  them,"  thought  he. 

Examining  the  machine  carefully, 
he  commenced  the  report  to  his  superior 
in  New  York.  "  Shanghai,"  followed  by 
the  date,  was  a  work  of  art.  Greatly 
elated,  Hesselcroft  banged  the  machine 
down  and  proceeded  to  write  his  august 
manager's  name  and  address.  Care- 
fully placing  an  interrogation  mark  after 
"  Mngr? "  instead  of  the  customary 
period,  he  lifted  the  carriage  with  airy 
grace,  and  found  to  his  wrath  that  he 
had  neglected  to  space  for  the  line  below. 
By  this  lapse  from  duty  "  Mngr."  and 
"  Shanghai  "  had  become  inextricably 
intermingled  on  the  same  line. 


"Oh,  hang  it!"  ejaculated  Hessel- 
croft, "  I  didn't  come  over  here  to  punch 
a  typewriter.  Wish  they  would  send 
a  stenographer  from  home." 

Placing  a  fresh  sheet  of  paper  in  the 
machine,  he  was  interrupted  by  a  t,ap  at 
the  door.  "  Come  in,"  he  called  in 
American  fashion.  No  one  accepting 
the  invitation,  he  rather  impatiently 
strode  to  the  door,  and  opening  it,  dis- 
covered a  young  Chinese  girl  in  brilliant 
native  costume,  one  small  hand  grasping 
a  huge  paper  umbrella. 

"  What  can  I  do  for  you?  "  inquired 
Hesselcroft. 

"  You  want  typer  lady?  "  asked  the 
small  one. 

"  Why  —  I  don't  know,"  replied  he 
doubtfully,  her  butterfly  appearance  not 
inspiring  him  with  confidence  in  her  skill 
as  a  "  typer."  "  Can  you  run  a  Rem- 
ington? " 

"  Yeh,  me  lun  Lemington,"  she  replied 
nonchalantly. 

' '  Very  well ;  we'll  try  it  for  a  few  days 
and  see  how  everything  goes." 

"  All  lite,"  she  acquiesced  cheerfully 
and  seated  herself  upon  the  recently  va- 
cated chair  with  a  funny  little  air  of  pos- 
session. 

"  Now,  Miss ,"  began  Hesselcroft, 

then  remembered  that  he  had  not  asked 
her  name.  "  What  am  I  to  call  you," 
inquired  he. 

"  My  name  Yin,"  she  replied. 

"  Miss  Yin?  "  he  said  interrogatively. 

"  No,  Yang," —  smiling  mischievously. 

"  Oh.  Miss  Yinyang  I'll  call  you, 
then." 

"  No,  no,"  said  she  laughing.  "  Yin 
my  flont  name.  Wha'  you'  name?  " 

"  Robert  Hesselcloft,"  she  repeated 
after  him,  then  added,  with  a  little  em- 
phatic nod,  "  Velly  plitty  name." 

Hesselcroft' s  thoughts  for  a  moment 
reverted  to  the  lovely  damsel  in  far-away 
Boston,  with  whom  he  had  unsuccess- 

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*  Copyright,  1909,  by  Miss  Daisy  E.  M.  F.  Campbell 


IT  USED  TO  BE  SAID 

that  a  small  leak  would  in  time  sink  the  greatest  ships — that  was  in  the 
days  of  old  wooden  sailing  vessels — before  the  airtight  com- 
partments were  installed.     It  used  to  be  said  that 

There  Was  No  Money  In  Dairying 

that   was   in   the   days   of    cream   separating    by    the   slow    old    gravity*  method. 
Times  and  methods  are  ever  changing  on  both  land  and  sea.     The  leaks  that 
would  once  sink  great  ships,  and  the  ancient  methods  that  once  made  dairying  at  a 
profit  impossible,  are  now  over. 

For  the  past  seventeen  years, 
or  since  the 


UNITEDC 
STATEJ 


has  been  on  the  market,  you  hear 
less  of  this  complaint. 
But   why  ? 

Because  the  U.  S.  saves 
the  last  particle  of  cream. 

With  any  other  skimming 
method  a  large  amount  of  the 
cream  is  lost. 


Its  immense  savings  of  cream  alone  would  convince  any  dairyman  that  a  TJ.  S. 
Separator  was  absolutely  necessary,  but  here  jare  many  other  great  advantages. 

The  bowl  is  very  simple,  small,  compact  and  complete; 
easily  washed  and  thoroughly  sanitary.  The  World's 
Record  Winner  for  closest  skimming. 

Other  advantages  as  waist  low  supply  can,  ease  of 
operation,  thorough  lubrication,  reversible  crank,  en* 
closed  gearing,  all  lend  to  make  the  U.  S.  Separator  the 
greatest  dividend  payer  a  dairyman  can  invest  in. 

More  particulars  are  found  in  Catalog  No.  127.  Write  for  it.  We  will 
send  it  anywhere.  Any  U.  S.  selling  Agent  will  be  pleased  to  let  you  try  one  in  your 
dairy.  See  him. 

VERMONT  FARM  MACHINE  COMPANY 

Bellows  Falls,  Vermont,  U.S.A. 


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